Hasta Tria
High Inq. Hasta Tria is a non-hostile Lab Rat sitting at the collapsed Surface Tunnel in Manufacturing West.
Dialogue
Manufacturing West
| Beckon | Do not shoot! Do NOT SHOOT! We are together in this perdition!
I'm without weapons! I seek only an exit! |
| Initial | We came here to cleanse, and protect, but this chaos is beyond our ability to suppress. We are beset by demons from the depths of the mines! And that termagent FRAKE has holed herself up in the Processing Plant! I must warn my betheren [sic], this course is impossible! But our engineers collapsed this tunnel, to ensure no egress. We need another way to bring tidings of this terror to the Tribunal. Frake is concealing the escape from us! I am sure of it! She hides in her fortress, letting us rot here! |
| Idle | This was not the covenant!
There is no justice in further conflict. |
| Return | My legates would anull me if I return, but I will find a way from this limbo. Frake's fortress is not impregnable. She knows the secrets of the sarcophagus, and she will be made to reveal them.
Understand me when I say, there is no pathway here. The Divinitors may punish me for my dereliction, but I must warn them! There are worse things to fear here than ... excommunication. It is imperative that my legates understand the scale of this disorder. |
Praetorium
| Initial | Wait, Promethean! Do not attack! Our paths converge once more! Do you comprehend where you are? The Praetorium, the sanctum of my brethren! If this was your intention, you are insane! But if some fathomless twist of circumstance … you arrive at a critical moment! At this very moment, your precious Gatekeepers retreat to the frigid Residential Region of your facility - to harness the power of the Dark Lens and bring ruin upon us all! My brethren, we are shackled, but you are not bound by our compact! I would not ask them to join me, but you… You may yet see wisdom! I implore you, wait, abide, amend your course, for we may yet reclaim the Dark Lens, if you ally with my insurrection! I see a fate even the Praetors have refused to fathom. Time is not our ally, never our ally, though it is time we must spend. But first I must prepare for our journey. Return to me when the time is aligned. You will know by the signs. Soon, my inquisition shall begin. |
| Return | I see this cannot have been your intended destination! Not even Prometheans would be so foolish as to enter the heart of our kingdom. Ah, but the Anchorae … the Lodestones, you call them … more than mere rock and bone and flesh, they are more potent than we know - they pursue their own ends, and warp perforations like water.
My brethren removed the Dark Lens, to prevent yours from unleashing further chaos, but the Gatekeepers - monstrosities, terrors, treacherous tormentors - have taken it from us. The apostates retreated to the Residential region. They seek to craft an egress, then abscond with its power for their own unmortal ends, their selfish ends, to the end of us all! They believe we cannot endure the frozen aether that persists therein, but they are mistaken! For WE have the disk! Do you fathom? No matter, you will fathom soon enough. For what I do now, and what I intend, I will be annulled, of this I am assured. But if we act swiftly, history may absolve me, and history is all we have. No eternity for which I will be heralded! The only stone the stone beneath our feet. Supremus. Ordo. Petrae. I accept this fate, for the ends are too great to consider any other course. Your ways will not seduce me, scientist. Exigency demands we align in this moment. That is all. The Gatekeepers know not what they unleash. If you value the future of this world in the slightest, abide, and assist me when I ask. Patience, I ask of you. My brethren relay word of Gatekeepers trapped in your pitiable cavern. A bloody fate befell their vile facility, and now they must engage their dreaded Dark Lens to escape that grave. If they succeed, there will be no opposing them. The floodgates to other realms will open and pour through our existence! It cannot be permitted. The malignancy of your Gatekeepers is a threat to this world and all others. Your most virtuous, nay, most scientific path now, is to assist me. But first I must prepare the way. I say again, patience. |
Trivia
- "Hasta Tria" is Latin for "Spear Three".
- An email titled "annulment", sent by a Captain named Legate Cornix Tria, refers to an Inquisitor having doubts. Given they share the name Tria, this email must be referring to Hasta Tria.
- Tria likely refers to the unit commanded by Cornix that Hasta was a part of.
- Prior to version 0.10.0, Hasta Tria wore the regular Rat Suit.
Gallery
Hasta Tria's appearance in the Praetorium
Hasta Tria's appearance before 0.10.0.
